This is beginning to feel just like a competition I see you smilin' at me and your front teeth are missin' Snapshots and flash bulbs ignite along the runway And you freeze like a pale mannequin, I think you like what you see
The plastic surgeons all whispered to each other and blushed Malevolence breeds contempt into a deviant crush Mortals threaten suicide until they forget your name Fifteen minutes of fame is now the name of the game
Post mortem penetration, Rigamortis sets the scene Now get under the microscope, All writhe and squirm in Vaseline In a city full of rats, all feeding on the narcissism I lit the match, I lit the fire that burned your Hollywood to the ground (Burn it all down)
IV drippin' like cocaine down the back of your throat Drama queen all dressed up with nowhere to go Street walkin', night stalkin', cold-blooded killer There's a murder in the room of your polkadot cadaver
Bring me the head of Andy Warhol Bring me the head of Andy Warhol Nightmares shapeshift into oblivion You have not even seen the last of me What do you want me to say? I wouldn't have it any other way One day they'll find you with a candle burning inside of you skull
Are you happy now? You're finally the talk of the town Search lights in the sky Your fame will turn this blood into wine
Fashionistas deliver the death blow, Penetrate you like it's your birthday Playtime for children in the graveyard You have not even seen the last of me What do you want me to say? I wouldn't have it any other way One day they'll find you with a candle burning inside of you skull
Cold, pale Jesus, Sodom and Gomorrah Headless Horseman, Death is at your doorstep The best rehabs are All in California Junkies pushing up Daisies in the garden Can you dig it?
I've come here to eat your heart out, Slit your throat, And fuck your brains out Keep your voice down or you'll wake them
(So we're starting to get somewhere)
If LSD was was popular as cocaine, I wouldn't drive a Delorean
Cold, pale Jesus, Sodom and Gomorrah Headless Horseman, Death is at your doorstep The best rehabs are All in California Junkies pushing up Daisies in the garden
Fashionistas deliver the final death blow, Penetrate you like it's your birthday Playtime for children in the graveyard You have not even seen the last of me What do you want me to say? I wouldn't have it any other way One day they'll find you with a candle burning inside of you skullTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
